| I know when it’s comin', my body hurts when it rains |
| Took a significant loss and ain’t been the same |
| Thought that we split through divorce, but I’m still in pain |
| Thought about turnin' shit off 'til my children came |
| Can’t let 'em see me feel, I’d be drownin' in shame |
| The stress of bein' depressed’ll drive you insane |
| Effects in entertainment’ll do you the same |
| Don’t know what fuck me up worse, the voodoo or fame |
| I’m sure I fail every test in the observation |
| Can’t let the sin in me fuck up my obligations |
| Sent a few niggas to hell was my contemplation |
| I hear voices, start feelin' like time is wastin' |
| Suffered from trauma, the chalice out me is shaken |
| Gotta snap out of it, victory’s mine for takin' |
| Them jealous niggas ice grillin', my nine’ll bake 'em |
| Do anything for the love or the dollar statement |
| Uh, still hearin' voices in my head |
| Tellin' me that they’ll never let me lay down, you gotta fight instead |
| Bein' broke is worse than dead |
| A bunch of niggas yellin' they ridin' was the first that fled |
| Either I’m crazy or I’m hearin' voices |
| The winner, the fallen, it’s all in the choices |
| You fakin', don’t know what the point is |
| You ain’t gettin' younger, face right there on the corners |
| Yo, don’t fear the reaper, look, ain’t no sleep for my kind |
| Don’t trust the preacher, I’m gettin' weaker with time |
| From shoes to jugglin' four keys at a time |
| Whoever built this road had an evil design |
| Remorse from survivin' those you’re leavin' behind |
| Some things you gotta accept, even decline |
| The truth ain’t that far from theory, seekin' you find |
| Too many broke niggas steppin' cheapens the wine |
| Silly to think I’m one figure that won’t be 'round |
| Swore that I lost him, he caught up and broke me down |
| And claim your boy on my come up, it’s only now |
| And when the numbers ain’t comin', a lonely sound |
| We’re on the same track, travelin' different speeds |
| Ain’t shook of nothin', shit, he can die if he bleeds |
| You’d rather stand for somethin' or crown your knees? |
| Another pack in the wind, new RIPs |
| Uh, still hearin' voices in my head |
| Tellin' me that they’ll never let me lay down, you gotta fight instead |
| Bein' broke is worse than dead |
| A bunch of niggas yellin' they ridin' was the first that fled |
| Either I’m crazy or I’m hearin' voices |
| The winner, the fallen, it’s all in the choices |
| You fakin', don’t know what the point is |
| You ain’t gettin' younger, face right there on the corners |
| Guilt is a sadder song, I can’t afford to tag along |
| You ain’t even worthy to follow me, left 'em without my hazards on |
| This is my rapture song, uh, bulletproof jacket’s on |
| Niggas be stuck on bullshit, rumors be magnets for 'em |
| Rhythm and passion born, life is bigger than rappin' songs |
| Pace yourselves when you travel long in this hangover marathon |
| Easy to see the road when you pull off, the traffic’s gone |
| I’m goin' through it, be happy, that’s when the classics form |
| It’s time to change again, back full of scars, Arcadians |
| Thoughts of dark futures, bright as the lab they made me in |
| Your golden days again, I should be at tellers, Palladiums |
| Different color currency, pounds down to Canadian |
| Think I’m addicted to the pain |
| I lost too much in me, I’ll never be the same |
| Used to betrayal, even compliments are strange |
| Facin' reflections of the monsters we became, dirty game |
| Uh, still hearin' voices in my head |
| Tellin' me that they’ll never let me lay down, you gotta fight instead |
| Bein' broke is worse than dead |
| A bunch of niggas yellin' they ridin' was the first that fled |
| Either I’m crazy or I’m hearin' voices |
| The winner, the fallen, it’s all in the choices |
| You fakin', don’t know what the point is |
| You ain’t gettin' younger, face right there on the corners |